ClavAnother has absolutely gotten rid of the last of the grand piano! It took me three years to get that bitch out of the basement, but it is now teh gone. I wish I would have taken pictures, but I didn't so bugger off!

incidentally, it only took gravity about 30 seconds to get it into the basement...

SO LAST NIGHT MY SIX YEAR OLD WANTED SOME MOAR KETCHSOUP AND I WAS ALL " " AND SO SHE WENT AND GRABBED A KECHUP PACKET AND WAS ALL "these things are hard to open" SO I WAS LIKE, "bring it here" AND SHE WAS ALL: SQUEEZED THE BASTARD AND SHOT IT ALL OVER MY HAIR AND THE KITCHEN CURTAINS, AND I WAS ALL: WTF?!? AND THEN SHE CRIED AND I HAZ A SORRY.

Nothing like younglings to teach us patience. When he was six or so, my boy left a wagon right in front of my truck and I drove over it and it scratched the paint (the truck's paint; the wagon got squashed). I yelled at him, but instantly felt bad. Later, he offered me the contents of his piggy bank to fix it. (snif). I said "Nah, but you can help me touch it up". He was cool with that, & we had teh funz.

My 2 year old is already at the age where he drives me and my wife almost to tears with how cute he is. Like last night, when I was putting him to sleep (he won't sleep unless he hangs out in our lap for a few mins first). After he was in bed, he was smiling and repeating "mommy... and daddy... mommy... and daddy..."

As a friend of mine had told me a little while ago: "Enjoy them while you mean the world to them". And it's true...